Page 67 of Bossy Ex's Brother

“You know something about that man,” I said. “What is it?”

Brandon’s lips tightened.

“Spit it the fuck out before I make you.” While we might be best friends, I was still his don and would not tolerate secrets, even if I had to beat it out of him. I couldn’t afford to blindly trust anymore, not after what happened with my brother.

“It’s nothing I know for sure,” he said. “It’s just that everything he’s saying goes against the intelligence we’ve gathered on the boss.”

I knew. The man was known to be ruthless but fair. He was also fiercely protective of his own. All these stories about him torturing his men were recent. So either our intelligence was dirty, or Carlo was.

I let Brandon go, but my suspicion didn’t leave.

Perhaps I would have the PI look into one more person too.

I got backto the bar in the hustle and bustle. There was so much activity even though it was hours away from opening. The dancers were on stage rehearsing what looked like something from a theatre. First, they did a choreographed sexy dance,bodies moving fluidly and seductively. Then, they lined up like little flamingos, elbows laced while doing repeated high kicks. One dancer got her leg stuck in another’s shirt and pulled the rest of them down as they dissolved to the floor in laughter.

Jane was watching the entire thing. She faked a smile when they called out to her, but it didn’t reach her eyes. I could tell she was amused by the mishaps, but at the same time, it was making her tense.

I walked right up to her and put my hand on her shoulder. She glanced at me in surprise.

“You’re back,” she exclaimed.

“And you’re worried,” I countered.

“I’m not….” She started to deny it but then sighed, rubbing her hands over her eyes. “We have the grand performance in a few days. We’ve invited some of the more influential businessmen in the area, and nothing is ready. The dances are half-baked, we didn’t receive the shipment of Sauvignon Blanc I ordered, and the decorations look tacky as hell.”

“Shh, breathe,” I said as I onehandedly massaged the knot at the base of her neck. “Don’t forget I told you I would fire you if you took this job too seriously.”

She sent me a doubtful look, but I was serious about it. Sure, maybe I wasn’t going to fire her, but she would be taking time off one way or another. I didn’t like seeing her work anyway. Left to me, she would do nothing but rest and be treated like a princess all day, but no, she wanted to be a working woman. And since I wasn’t a Neanderthal, I needed to let her. I only allowed her under the condition that she wouldn’t work too hard or worry about anything.

And she was breaking that condition.

“Come on,” I said as I reached down and took her hand. I saw her glance around nervously, but I didn’t give a damn who saw us together. Everyone at the bar already knew she was mine, andI had all but accepted the fact that I loved her. At least, I thought I might. Heck, I didn’t know, but the signs were all there. I thought about her all the time and wanted to take care of her. Wanted to spend the rest of my life taking care of her and our kid.

Even though I was still keeping a pretty big secret from her about what I did, that would be resolved too.

I would tell her once I got out and finally put all this bullshit behind me.

I took her to my office, and then once there, I picked her up, sitting with her on my lap.

“Luca,” she cautioned, struggling to get off.

“Jane,” I said in the same tone of voice while keeping her against my chest. Eventually, she saw that her struggle was futile, so she simply sat stiffly in my arms. I started running my hand down her back, and she sighed. I knew she wanted to fight, but she continued to relax.

“Nothing bad will happen,” I said and continued to massage her gently. She slowly rested against my chest, bringing with her an indescribable but incredible peace.

I put my hand on her stomach and felt for the baby. I didn’t feel any physical movement, but the possession was still there.My family. They’re mine.

My hands began drifting lower, sliding under her skirt. She didn’t stop me, but she did jerk as I slipped my hand under her panties. She sighed as I started touching her, and I felt her body slowly grow even tenser. Gradually, she began to tremble, her body moving on my lap, mewling noises leaving her mouth.

“That’s right,” I purred, slowly caressing her, my dick throbbing underneath my jeans, but I didn’t care. It wasn’t about me now.

It was about her.

“Relax,” I instructed when she tried to move against my hand with frustrated sounds.“Feel it.” My voice was hoarse, the possessive heat riding me hard.My little princess. She was mine, and I was going to take care of her, and she was going to let me if it killed her. “Take it.”

“Luca,” she gasped against my chest, her teeth biting down slightly, though I barely felt the pain. My balls felt like lead, arousal clenching my stomach and stealing my mind.She’s so beautiful like this.

She was close. I could tell from the way her body started to shake, from the way her legs squeezed together, and from the way she fought my hold. “Luca!”

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